Huayu: The Big Players Behind the Scenes

Actually, Kirk is a very good actor.

How could he, as the "King of Gambling" in the United States, possibly break his defenses again and again?

This action was nothing more than a pursuit of profit.

Everyone in Hollywood knows that MGM can't do without John Chong. All the film companies are eyeing this golden goose that lays the golden eggs. Kirk naturally understands this as well, and he even sees through John Chong's purpose in hyping up James Wan's value, but there's nothing he can do about it.

The two are now mutually restraining each other. Kirk needs Zhuang Huai'an's consent to sell his shares, while Zhuang Huai'an is restricted by the previous cooperation agreement if he wants to cash out.

So the argument just now was nothing more than the two of them testing each other's limits.

The outcome was good, and both sides were satisfied.

"So it was all an act? I thought you two were going to break up."

Yang Chen was stunned and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, how did you know Kirk could predict your predictions?"

"Because I anticipated his prediction first."

Seeing Yang Chen even more dumbfounded, Zhuang Huai'an sighed, "Brother Yang, back in chapter 47, I told you to read Mao's Selected Works more often, instead of just focusing on those foreign women!"

"I am watching."

Yang Chen felt somewhat aggrieved, "But the more I read, the more confused I became. The instructor's thoughts are too profound. It's really difficult for a dull mortal like me to delve into them."

Okay, I forgive you.

"What about the matter of Wen Ziren?"

"Just talk to him. I'm here to protect him at MGM. For him, it's just a change of employer. The working environment is still the same. It's not like he won't get paid. As long as he's not stupid, he'll agree."

"What if he doesn't agree?"

"disagree?"

Zhuang Huai'an laughed. "Brother Yang, did my suits and ties these past few years make you think I'm a really good guy? I'm a second-generation miner, you know. It's one thing to be timid and subservient back home, but this is America! I don't even need to lift a finger; Kirk has a million ways to make sure he doesn't see the sun tomorrow!"

"Understood."

Yang Chen nodded and left. As Zhuang Huai'an's representative in Hollywood, he had seen and experienced things in the United States. People like James Wan were no different from young models who took off their clothes and voluntarily came to him.

Zhuang Huai'an continued working.

He finally came up with his next filming plan: to continue producing art films. His girlfriend, who was about to become his girlfriend, didn't have any awards to her name yet, so he needed to give her another boost.

Berlin is fine, Cannes is the best, the Oscars are not a problem, but it can't be Venice, he swore he would never go there again.

You can't just... bark... right?

He searched his mental library of films and found that there weren't many suitable for Liu Yifei to film.

"Black Swan" won't do; it's too twisted.

"Juno" won't do; it doesn't align with current domestic values, and it would be heavily criticized if it were made.

Alright, then it's just my old friend, "Hearing Girl".

Actually, there is an original version of this movie, a French film called "The Bélier Family", but it hasn't been released yet.

Let's get it done!

After making the plan, Zhuang Huai'an went to Digital Domain the next day to check on the post-production of Mars, and had a polite but frank conversation with Cameron before returning to China.

In Company 91,

Zhuang Huai'an didn't even take a sip of tea before summoning Zhong Lifang and Wang Zhengliang.

"I value this movie very much; the female lead is Sissi."

Upon hearing their boss's wife speak, the two men were startled and immediately perked up their ears.

"Liangzi, this is half a musical, so the selection of songs is of utmost importance. My requirement for you is to insert as many of our own songs as possible, making sure they fit well and don't feel out of place. Also, you and Yao Beina need to take good care of the intensive training for Xixi during this period."

Yao Beina was an academic-style folk bel canto singer and also her boyfriend's best friend, so she was there to help out.

"Okay, boss." Wang Zhengliang took the script and storyboard and began to study the plot seriously.

"Lifang, your task is still to ensure logistics. Zhiyong and Haozi are not here this time, so you will probably have to stay with the team the whole time."

"A shrewd boss." Zhong Lifang nodded; this was a good opportunity to show off.

"Oh, by the way, boss, Liu Mintao introduced a project to me. It's a TV series version of 'To Live.' I thought the project was good, so I invested in it."

"Wasn't this drama filmed a long time ago?" Zhuang Huai'an asked, somewhat puzzled.

Zhong Lifang took out a document and handed it over, explaining, "A company ran out of funds and had to withdraw its investment. The main creators had no choice but to raise money to fill the gap. Liu Mintao thought of us, and I thought we also needed this type of TV series, so I bought the entire share."

"2400 million? That's not expensive."

After signing his name, Zhuang Huai'an handed it back. "Have the finance department transfer the money. In the future, you can communicate with me over the phone for similar projects. I will call the finance department to approve the payment. The signing process is too slow and it's easy to miss it."

"Got it, boss."

After giving instructions to the two men, Zhuang Huai'an went to Beijing Film Academy to recruit more people. He was a little unaccustomed to the absence of the three heroes from the Wolong and Fengchu vocational high school class.

Just as he reached the outside of the Performing Arts building, he ran into the freshmen of 05 leaving get out of class. Zhuang Huai'an stopped to the side, and the limited edition of the lively big boobs, oh no, at this time it was still Yang Xiaomi, stood out in the crowd, quite like the class beauty.

"what?"

Girls are always sensitive to the gaze of strangers. Yang Xiaomi spotted Zhuang Huai'an hiding behind a tree at a glance. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quietly broke away from her classmates and retreated towards the teaching building.

After Zhuang Huai'an and the other freshmen left, he walked into the teaching building. As he turned around, a pretty and lively girl squinted at him, and she did have a foxy charm.

"Senior Huai'an, what a coincidence! How could I run into you here?"

"What a coincidence, classmate?" Zhuang Huai'an asked with a half-smile. "Weren't you waiting for me here on purpose?"

"That's not true."

Yang Xiaomi's heart tightened, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "I forgot something in the classroom and was planning to go back to get it."

"Okay, then you go ahead with your work." Zhuang Huai'an walked past her and continued upstairs.

Watching his carefree retreating figure, Yang Xiaomi felt a surge of courage. "Senior, my name is Yang Mi, Yang of the character 'Mu Yi Yang,' and 'Mian Fang'!"

"Okay, goodbye."

Seeing that Zhuang Huai'an only waved his hand and did not turn around, Yang Xiaomi's spirits dissipated instantly, leaving only endless sorrow.

Zhuang Huai'an walked up to the third floor. As he always said, he wouldn't be prejudiced or disgusted with anyone about things that hadn't happened, except for issues of character, such as Feng Kuzi and Yu Dong.

Oh right, and there's also the string of people who operate sewing machines.

Wang Jingsong was the only one in the office.

"Teacher Wang, could you please help me with a question?"

Hearing the voice, Wang Jingsong looked up and laughed, "It's Huai'an, trying to make fun of you, Teacher Wang? What question could possibly stump an internationally renowned director like you?"

"Only you can answer this question."

Zhuang Huai'an offered him a cigarette. "So why is it that every time I come to the office, you're the only one here? Do the other teachers dislike you so much that they don't want to share a room with you?"

"You little rascal, you're really making fun of me. Tomorrow I'll go next door and smash all the windows in your company."

"No, you can't do that. If you're itching to do it, you should go and call Professor Feng Gong's house instead."

"And then you went to the side and laughed, right?"

After exchanging a few words, Wang Jingsong brought him a cup of tea.

Speaking of which, the two Wangs were the closest to Zhuang Huai'an at the Beijing Film Academy. His own mentor, Old Wang, goes without saying. Wang Jingsong may seem crazy, but he actually has a very good temper and personality and doesn't have any airs of a teacher, which suits Zhuang Huai'an's taste.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhuang Huai'an asked, "Teacher Wang, is Teacher Xie Yuan not here?"

"Are you looking for Lao Xie?"

"Yes, there's a role we'd like him to play."

"Then you'll have to wait; his class still has half an hour to go."

"Alright, let's have a chat, you and me."

Zhuang Huai'an had Xie Yuan's phone number, but since she was a teacher, it would be better for him to come in person if he had the time.

While waiting, he showed the script to Wang Jingsong, who once again praised it highly.

"Huai'an, I can play this father role too!"

"Stop messing with Teacher Wang."

Zhuang Huai'an laughed and said, "Have you forgotten what Teacher Xie said when we performed at the beach last time? I don't want to see the two of you fighting."

Wang Jingsong laughed too. He wasn't shameless enough to steal his old friend's thunder; these words were simply a return of the favor to Xie Yuan.

That's what I was thinking, but I couldn't lose in terms of momentum.

"You think I'm afraid of him? My slingshot has never been ineffective!"